What happened in Slovenia??

Well I'm thrilled to report that Gail and I are now happily reunited.

She asked if I had had fun with my foxie relatives, but I promised Jimbob, Bruno and the gang that "what goes on tour stays on tour" and so I am observing a strict omertà regarding events at Craigmancie Farm.

Gail responded with "two can play at that game Nobby" and so I have resorted going through her baggage and sneaking a peak at her phone for clues as to what she and her friend Marse got up to in Slovenia.

Well now, what do we have here? An umbrella? I don't think Gail packed this item. It smacks of Emergency Purchase doesn't it?

Perhaps this poster she photographed provides a further clue to the typical weather in Slovenia?

It looks like the young schoolchildren of Ljubljana were well equipped for the conditions...

Also, on Gail's phone, I see lots and lots of photos of wildflower-filled meadows and crystal clear mountain streams. I think I'll save most of these for my 'Nature Friday' post, but here's a wee preview. 

Back to the bag. I search in vain for evidence of gifts for yours truly but only find a small bottle, a present for the neighbour who kept an eye on the house in our absence, I'm told.

Hmmm. Looks like the swimsuit was used at least once. Maybe in Lake Bohinj? Bit chilly, was it Gail?

This next photo is rather confusing. Surely the George Best Bar should be located in Manchester not, as Gail claims, the tourist town of Bled...?

The new walking shoes are looking a good bit more worn than when Gail left. Can it be that she and Marse went hiking in the mountains without me? The cheek of it!

I know what you're by now thinking. Surely Gail didn't stay off her bicycle for a whole two weeks? 

I do see quite a lot of photos of her and Marse sitting in café with a bunch of enthralled locals, watching a cycle race on  the big screen TV*.

Oh, wait, here it is! The inevitable bike ride shot.

And finally. I just knew Gail would be missing me and would not be able to resist taking some doggy pictures...

Could this even be a primitive wheelie dog she saw in the museum in Ljubljana?

I really think it is! 

*Slovenian cyclist Tadej Pogacar, blowing away his rivals on the Monte Grappa stage of the Giro d'Italia. Apparently half of Slovenia had nipped across the border to watch him that day!